The baby is still, too.
Nearly everything is in boxes now. Even the stereo is packed.
Though it’s late, we sit in the stillness. There’s nothing to be done until tomorrow when the truck comes, and our friends arrive to help. We talk in low tones about the dusty now, and the potential future. I show Ryan a picture of a cot I like. He shows me climbing holds he wants to buy.
We’ve got lots of excitement and worries for this move for us, but now it’s good to be mellow.
There’s nothing to be done until tomorrow.